The Post-modern Personalised Plate

I spotted this puppy in the parking lot of Bella's the other day. At first the number plate made sense. On second thoughts, though, is it possible for someone who drives a canary-yellow Porsche to be truly superficial? Somehow, I don't think so. I reckon they'd have to love their jaundiced yellow baby for its inner beauty. As if the "shallow" Boxster wasn't Brett Easton Ellis enough, Bella's was heaving with well-preened housewives. I counted no fewer than 8 Weapons of Massclusivity. I am, of course, referring to the Louis Vuitton monogrammed handbag – you can't be caught dead without your Weapon, Dol! After all, this is Joburg…